In the Bonds of His Liberty He Died For Me-
A strange thing has come over me;
I'm in the bonds of Liberty;
Sanctioned free bought with a price;
He hung there on a old rugged wooden cross;
Pierced in His side;
Tears running down his eyes;
He bled;
He led;
He died for me;
yet I was not born yet;
I was Secure;
For his love his love has finally found me;
4/24/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
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